At 10:50 a.m. on December 05, the elevator of Fucheng Ruby Building

Xu Fatzi and I walked to the elevator, and the crowd around saw the fat man and consciously leaned to the side to make room for us.

The first time I looked into the elevator car, I understood that the fat man had been emphasizing to me that it was not normal, and the fat man's intuition was indeed not wrong.

The young deceased sat in the elevator with his feet straight, his back to the elevator, his body tilted to one side, and to my surprise, the deceased's face was badly distorted, if I had to use one word, it was "fear".

Her eyes were almost out of her sockets, her pupils were unusually large, her mouth was wide open, and at a glance she could see the red tongue wrapped around her mouth, saliva and nasal fluid flowing from the corners of her mouth and nasal cavity, and she stared at the direction of the elevator door with wide eyes.

I remembered that it was no wonder that when I asked the fat man what the image of the deceased was, the fat man said that it looked good from the photo, because at this time, it was really impossible to see whether the deceased was beautiful or ugly before his death.

And these are not the most bizarre scenes, what really caught my attention is that on the wall of the elevator car, there are a large number of irregular scratches, these scratches are accompanied by a little bloodstains, the fat man said that even on the car door, I can also think that these scratches that make people feel numb are left by the deceased, because I saw that the fingers of the deceased's hands were not only bloody and blurred, but even part of the fingers of one of the hands had been obviously bent in the opposite direction, it seems that the deceased experienced an unusually painful torture before dying.

I couldn't stand it, so I gestured to the fat man, walked out of the building again, stood at the door and took a hard breath of the fresh air outside, the cold air quickly entered my lungs, making my chest feel uncomfortable for a while, but at least it proved that I was still alive.

The fat man came out and stood beside me, did not speak but sighed, it seems that although the fat man has been responsible for dealing with the murder case on weekdays, but it is the first time he has seen such a tragic and strange scene, as a policeman, even if his psychological quality is strong on weekdays, he is unable to adapt to the state.

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know where to start, and just as I was thinking about how to organize the language, a young policeman came up to me with a stack of papers, and he stopped beside the fat man, handed the papers in his hand, and without saying anything, turned around and entered the building.

The fat man lowered his head and studied the stack of documents he received, in fact, it was a stack, and there were only a few of them, but the fat man flipped back and forth several times, and looked at it very seriously.

"It's really unusual, it looks like I'm right to invite you over." It took about a cigarette before the fat man looked up at me again.

From being called by him, to seeing the scene of the murder, to the moment just now, I feel that he is almost not like the Xu fat man I know, serious, calm and mysterious, at this time he is just squatting on the side of the road smoking one after another, not saying anything, several times I want to chat with him, one is that the fat man's eyes are bloodshot, and a tired look makes my friend a little worried, and the second is that I really can't understand the purpose of his call, but at this time I can't say anything, I can only wait quietly for him to speak first.

It wasn't until all the people on the scene had closed the team that the fat man finally got up and said to me, let's go, find a teahouse, it's not convenient to talk here, and I don't care if I agree or not, and walk towards a teahouse across the street.

At 11:30 a.m. on December 05, a teahouse in the city

The fat man pushed the door into the teahouse, found a private room with the most remote location, and called the waiter as soon as he sat down, "Two cups of strong tea." Then he turned to look at me, looking tired.

"Looks like you've been busy lately, haven't you?" Whenever I can't find the right opening word, I always use it to lead to the next topic.

"Well, I'm going to be busy flying." The fat man touched the teacup on the table with his hand, and after confirming that the temperature was not high, he picked up the strong tea on the table and drank two sips, then picked up the teapot and refilled it with water before replying.

"What the hell are you looking for me today?" I couldn't help but say what I had been saying all morning.

The fat man looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, he took out an envelope from the inner bag of his jacket and handed it to me.

Questioning, I took the envelope and opened it, only to see that inside the envelope was a thick stack of photographs, which I cursolarly flipped through, and these photos were all photos of a young woman who had died, which looked like a crime scene, but I was sure that the person in the photo was definitely not the same person in the elevator.

The fat man lit a cigarette, leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said with a serious expression:

"If you take a closer look at these photos, and tell you about them while looking at me, you can tell you that I joined the police force at the age of 18, and although I am not very qualified, I have seen a lot of all kinds of strange things over the years." When the fat man said this, he drank a few more sips of water, and it seemed that he was very thirsty, so he continued: "The person in the photo, named Zhao Siying, died in the dormitory of the Academy of Arts at about 5 o'clock in the morning on December 5, when it was found, the door and windows in the dormitory were intact, and there was no trace of prying or others entering and exiting. ”

The deceased in the photo was indeed a student, and while flipping to the next one, I asked the fat man, "Do you think these two cases are related?" "To be honest, maybe I didn't look closely enough, or maybe the photos don't fully show the details, but I don't see any connection between the two so far.

The fat man said: "After we arrived at the scene, we did an investigation on the relevant personnel at the scene, and the results showed that the girl named Zhao Siying was learning to dance, and the other three girls in the same dormitory went to the suburbs to participate in a report performance according to the school's arrangement, and Zhao Siying was not selected for this performance because of something at home before, so she stayed alone in the dormitory, and went out alone after dinner the day before, and now it has not been found out where she went, but according to the dormitory manager of the dormitory building where she is located, She came back at about 10 o'clock that night, and she was alone, and she also greeted the housekeeper at that time, picked up the express package, and the housekeeper told us that the monitoring we called out was also completely consistent, and there was no suspicion. ”

I put the picture on the table, lit a cigarette, and asked, "Didn't the other dorm mates in the neighborhood hear anything special that night?" ”

"No, we also asked the school management, because the debriefing performance that day was a large-scale song and dance performance, so no one else appeared on the floor where the deceased was located that day."

"Could it be that the murderer came in through the window to commit the crime and then left through the window, but no one found out?" Again, I raise my doubts.

The fat man shook his head, lifted the kettle, filled my cup with water, and then filled his own again before he continued:

"You should believe in our police's ability to handle cases," the fat man said this, looked up at my expression, and then changed his words: "You should at least believe in my ability to handle cases, although the two cases have been carried out for a very short time now, I have found some clues from them." Although according to the report at the scene, there is no suspicion of homicide in the death of the two, and the information collected from the side shows that the social relationship between the two before their death is also very simple, there is no possibility of vendetta or love murder at all, and the two did not know each other before their deaths, and it is not impossible to use accidental death to close the case, but my intuition and experience tell me that this matter should not be so simple, first of all, the time of death of the two is very close, and the cause of death is the same; Second, both were in a very similar state at the time of death. “

When the fat man said this, I took a closer look at the photo in my hand, indeed, the appearance of Zhao Siying's death was almost the same as that in the elevator, it was a state of extreme fear, and at the same time, the walls and ground near the scene of the crime left strange scratches, and the fingers of both showed different degrees of reverse bending.

"In the end, after the death of the two people, although the money was not lost, there was one thing in common that was missing?"

I was intrigued by the thing mentioned by the fat man, and leaned forward from the backrest, and after getting closer to the fat man, the fat man spoke:

"Nails."

"Nails?" When I asked this, I deliberately raised my hands and shook them in front of the fat man's eyes, to make sure that I understood this meaning.

The fat man nodded affirmatively, and repeated, I heard it right, the nails on the fingers.

This answer is indeed beyond my comprehension, even if the speculation that the fat man said that the two dead did not die of natural causes, but that he killed them, is valid, and this imaginary murderer only took the nails of two people? What is the purpose? A perverted killer who committed a serial crime for a fingernail and committed two consecutive crimes in one day?

The fat man looked at me intently, and I could feel something different in his eyes, but I couldn't tell what was different for a while.

The fat man stared at me for a long time before he spoke:

"Brother dog, I think this matter may have something to do with your profession!"

I didn't expect the fat man to say this, and I didn't know why he said this, but I finally thought of what something different was in his eyes, doubt! Yes, it's doubt!

I took a deep breath, laughed, and asked:

"Why do you say that?"

The fat man's eyes softened a little, and his face was obviously a lot more relaxed, and I was more sure of what I thought just now, this turtle son may have been suspicious of me just now, thinking of this, I couldn't help but start to be a little annoyed.

The fat man may soon notice the change in my mood, and his tense face is much lighter, and he speaks:

"Brother Dog, let me ask this, don't get me wrong, Lao Tzu may be a prisoner who is used to trial, occupational disease, occupational disease."

"You climb for Lao Tzu! Your explanation is to cover up, Lao Tzu knows that your baby must have suspected me just now, my ancestor Oh, why do you think Lao Tzu is a murderer! ”

As soon as the fat man said this, I was more sure that my guess just now was not wrong, this melon baby was indeed playing my words just now, I was so anxious that I almost jumped up from the sofa, what I hate the most is to be misunderstood or wronged, at this time I can't wait for a teacup to splash the fat man with a bad smile on the opposite side, but before I have time to put it into action, the fat man's next sentence was immediately poured on my head like a basin of cold water, so that I sat down calmly at the moment.

The fat man said: "Brother dog, you have been asking me to find it in the past few years, at the murder scene of the art academy...... There was a ......"